[This Summer Is a Little Cold] Author: Unknown

This Summer is a Bit Cold

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 17579 words

(I)

My name is Guan Shanwu, and I am the most popular actress of the year. Those who enjoy watching adult films can download my works from the Huanxi Fo Film and
Television Zone. There are currently two episodes available. Friends who like me can download and watch, or you can
read my articles and masturbate while looking at my photos. My charm is absolutely worth it; it will definitely
give you absolute satisfaction from mind to body.

The spotlight came on. Today, my co-star is a man in his thirties.

When he saw me, his eyes lit up, and he muttered, "Awesome, a young and beautiful woman."

After saying that, he went into the shower room behind him.

Some people might want to know why I'm in this line of work.

Hehe, I don't want to talk about other reasons like making a living, being moved by emotions, or evoking sympathy.

The reason is simple.

It's for a man.

A man I deeply love.

Today, I'm playing a nurse, and that man is a doctor.

The director just wants me to act alongside that man.

That man came out of the shower room, drying his head with a towel. He looked alright, quite gentle and simple,
which calmed me down a bit.

After the director muttered something to him, he said loudly, "He's a newcomer, take care of him."

He nodded.

There wasn't much dialogue in this kind of scene, and after a few boring exchanges, he began to caress my upper body. His hands moved
from the outside in , roaming inside my clothes. At the same time, he kissed my neck and earlobe from behind.

I wasn't used to this unfamiliar man, and I felt a bit resistant and uneasy about his actions. But on the surface,
I kept my eyes closed and twisted my body, pretending to be very intoxicated and comfortable, cooperating with him. I would occasionally say "oh" or
"hmm."

He seemed to know this too. This lasted for a long time before he slowly removed my white coat,
his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my skin. I had never felt this ticklish and slightly cool sensation before, very comfortable,
yet indescribable, and my body involuntarily followed the direction of his strokes.

When his fingers reached my chest, he gently lifted it, and somehow, the straps fell down. A pair of trembling
breasts were exposed to the silver light. He exclaimed, "Wow, those areolas are so rosy and glossy. You
must have had very little sex. This is a lucky day!"

This wasn't a line; his voice was very soft, and those around him probably didn't hear it.

He lowered his head, and his tongue began to suckle my nipples. I felt a warm, comfortable sensation
wash over my entire body, and I couldn't help but moan.

His tongue circled around the tips and valleys of my breasts, then moved from my chest to my abdomen, and back again,
like waves, one after another, rolling and rolling. I felt the world spinning around me, filled with endless
energy .

"Oh..." His fingers reached my groin. My back arched involuntarily.

He flicked his wrist, removing my only underwear. He

lifted my legs, spreading my thighs outwards, exposing my entire opening.

The director gestured for him to use both hands to pry open my labia for a close-up shot. He dipped his finger in his saliva,
then teased my clitoris with it, causing me to gush with pleasure and moan continuously. Only then did he slowly part
my labia. I felt a slight coolness at the entrance, which felt quite comfortable, probably due to the contact with air, dissipating the heat I had
felt me feel much cooler.

After taking some photos, the director gestured for us to continue.

He bent down and used his tongue to tease my vulva. He circled it around my labia a few times, and I felt
an indescribable itch, followed by a tingling sensation throughout my body. He was using the tip of his tongue to tease my clitoris, sometimes loosening, sometimes
tightening, sending me into a series of orgasms. I couldn't help but moan.

He used both hands to part the opening and pressed his entire tongue inside, causing my vaginal walls to tighten instantly,
and I trembled. It felt incredibly good.

He stood up, took off his underwear, and presented his penis to me, wanting me to swallow it. The moment my lips
touched his glans, a gush of fluid sprayed all over my face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said to the director, his face flushed. "This chick is so beautiful, so young, I
liked , and I got nervous and this happened."

I wiped the filth away with a tissue, and the director told him to rinse it off before continuing.

After a flurry of cleaning and makeup, that soft flesh was presented to me again, his previous arrogance gone,
replaced by a dejected look.

I picked it up, put it in my mouth, and remembering the slurred fluid, a wave of nausea washed over me. I spat it out and
turned to the director, saying, "No, no, can I not suck this?"

"No, you have to."

"No, no..."

"What?" The director's face suddenly darkened. "Don't you want your money anymore?"

**********

Money!

Why is it acting up again!

Can I just not have it?

The silver lights were shining blindingly.

All eyes were fixed on me.

"We signed a contract. You should know the consequences of breaking it."

Who cares about the darkness behind the light?

What will he do without money?

My beloved, why did you borrow from loan sharks?

They are ruthless vampires.

I closed my eyes and put the soft thing in my mouth and swallowed it. I imagined it was just a cucumber. Luckily, he washed it
very clean, leaving no odor.

Soon, his penis swelled in my mouth. He licked the glans a few times with the tip of his tongue and cried out "Oh oh
. "

He held my head with both hands, pulled his penis out of my mouth, slowly flipped me onto the floor,
lifted my legs with his hands, spread my thighs, and prepared to thrust in.

At this moment, I felt a few cool spots on my abdomen, like rain. I looked down and saw that he had ejaculated again.

"Damn it," the director yelled, "Didn't you take your meds?"

"Yes," he mumbled, "I'm probably just a bit tired lately."

"You fucking bastard! What do you suggest we do? Replace him? Wasn't the whole film ruined?"

He mumbled a few words and then fell silent. Suddenly, someone said, "We can use a stunt double."

" Yeah, men's things are all pretty much the same. There aren't any close-ups here. We just need close-ups of the real gun
going in and out , and then we'll switch to a stunt double. The rest is just him doing the 'look' on me.

" "Good idea, not bad." The director slapped his thigh and decided to start.

The stunt double was a young man with a sleazy, thuggish look. Seeing him, my heart sank.

What followed was torture

. I utterly loathed this stunt double. When he came in with his 'gun,' I felt only endless
pain . Apparently, the water in the hole had long since dried up after all that, and the man was just too disgusting.

"Ah, ah... ah..." I could only scream endlessly, but he increased his speed.

After a series of thrusts, he switched back to the original one, did some meaningless fake acts, and then switched again...

By the time the scene was over, I was collapsed on the floor, every bone in my body aching.

**********************************************************

It was already two in the morning when I got back to my boyfriend's place.

After all this hardship and grievance, what I needed most was my boyfriend's comfort and caresses.

I opened the door, and the light came on. Two figures suddenly sat up.

One looked at me with a surprised gaze, the other with a pair of trembling, snow-white breasts.

"You...you...why are you here at this time..."

(II)

So much hypocrisy and lies exist in this world.

Is this love?

The passionate love I once knew?

The stars blinked their bored eyes; the beautiful myth was so empty and powerless.

The early morning night was so cold; I was alone on the lonely street, lost and dejected.

"You...you...why are you here at this time..."

"Ah..." Amidst the woman's scream, I left his nest.

This place that once filled me with passion, this place that once filled me with hope, this
place that once brought me warmth. Now it deeply hurt me.

The burden and exhaustion made me feel suffocated and powerless.

"God, why did it end like this?" I asked the starry sky speechlessly.

I was so tired, so sleepy. I really wanted to find a place to rest.

Footsteps echoed in the quiet street.

"Look, there's a woman over there."

"Oh, looks like she has a good figure. Let's go check her out."

A flurry of footsteps sounded, and I was surrounded by a group of men.

"Hehe, she's a beauty."

"Miss, why are you all alone so late at night? Are you looking for a man but can't find one?
How about we?"

A hand lightly touched my face. I firmly pushed him away, shoved aside the one blocking my way, and
got up to run. Suddenly, an arm grabbed me from behind and lifted me up around the waist.

With a "whoosh," I was hoisted onto his shoulder.

"Brothers, time for a midnight snack. Haha."

Several voices then echoed lewdly.

I don't know how many streets we walked through, how many alleys we passed, but finally, I was carried into an abandoned warehouse.

"You, you can't do anything rash!" I knew what was about to happen and
screamed hysterically. A heavy slap left me dizzy and knocked to the ground. Immediately, four men flipped
me over and held down my limbs.

"Hiss, hiss," I heard the sound of clothes being torn, knowing I was now completely naked.
The four men holding me down lewdly, their hands grabbing and groping my body. I struggled desperately, but eventually exhausted
all my strength.

Just as I was catching my breath, a pungent, fleshy rod was placed in front of me. The man grabbed my hair, forcing
my head back, and shoved the filthy thing into my mouth as it opened. I felt nauseous,
wanting to vomit but unable to. In my struggle, I bit down hard, my mouth instantly filled with the taste of blood.

The man screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"Slap!" A hard slap landed on my face.

"You slut!"

I saw stars from the blow, struggling to breathe. The others continued to frantically grab
and grope , completely ignoring the injured man.

After a while, two hands parted my legs. I knew someone was about to penetrate me. With the last of
my strength, I screamed hysterically, "Stop it, all of you!"

Perhaps affected by the sound waves, they slowed down and stopped.

"You just want to have fun, right? What's the point of doing this? Let me go, I'll spread my legs,
you can do whatever you want, but don't leave your bastards inside. Otherwise, I'll bite my tongue
and kill myself. Gang rape and murder are very serious crimes."

The air paused for a moment, then a rough voice said, "You should have said so earlier. Brothers, let go, get ready
."

The pressure on my body eased instantly, and I realized that many parts of my body were in excruciating pain.

A burly figure pounced on me, spread my legs, and thrust in.

I grunted in response. During filming, my lower body had already become sore and numb. Now,
it felt swollen and uncomfortable inside, an indescribable unease. I really hoped this nightmare would end soon.

"Isn't it great, miss? I'm pretty good, aren't I?"

My moans seemed to have aroused his lust, and he thrust even harder.

"Oh, oh..." I couldn't help but groan, tears and snot streaming down my face.

The people around us screamed and clapped.

The man thrust rapidly, his body shuddering, and immediately pulled out his gun, leaving spurts of his filthy semen
on my belly. After he finished, he cried out in pleasure.

My belly was immediately filled with a foul, fishy smell. When the next man pounced on me, he frowned and cursed, "
Damn it , where did you shoot your trash? I can't even move or touch it."

He reluctantly thrust his gun in, afraid of touching my belly, making his movements quite awkward. This time it
wasn't as painful as the first time; I barely felt anything down there, only a sharp pain in my heart.

I met my boyfriend in early summer. I gave him my virginity on a romantic starry night.
The feeling was so peaceful, so memorable. I thought, he's the one for me.

As he gently kissed my bleeding vagina, he said tenderly, "Wu, I will never let you get hurt in this life. I will
protect you like a sheep for the rest of my life."

I excitedly kissed him passionately again, and then his penis rubbed against my already damaged vaginal walls once more.

We made love three times that first night, and when I woke up the next day, I found the bed covered in blood. Only now did I realize
how a virgin's blood is shed.

This liar scumbag said he owed money to loan sharks, and that the loan sharks had connections to the Black Dragon Society, and that if he didn't
pay, he could be killed at any time. Later, by some twist of fate, someone told me that making AVs was lucrative,
and I foolishly made films for him to pay off my debts.

Women are so stupid.

He thrust a few times, pulled out, straddled me, and kept stroking me with his hands. Soon, he left
his semen on my face.

Then, one after another, they came up and sprayed me with semen.

It smelled indescribably awful. But I was so tired and sleepy that I unconsciously fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already bright daylight.

I found myself lying in a hospital bed.

Sigh, that's how I spent the night.

(III)

I was rescued by patrol officers. They found me lying naked in the warehouse and immediately called an ambulance (
I don't know if they dialed 120?). When I woke up, I found many police officers standing around me. They wanted me to recount
the events of the previous night in detail. I knew what I could and couldn't say. By the time I finished explaining the process and clarifying certain details, it was
already 5:00 PM. After completing the discharge procedures, it was already dark. As soon as I got home, I collapsed onto my bed
and cried my heart out. Fortunately, I didn't have to film the next day. So I stayed at home for a few days.

On the fourth day, I called director Kurosawa Nagato and told him I didn't want to continue.

He was silent for a while on the other end of the phone before saying, "Come to my place, let's talk in person."

I immediately took a taxi to room 2046 of the Tokyo Hotel. When I opened the door, the windows and curtains were tightly closed. The entire room
was decorated in red; the curtains, carpet, bedspread, and even the wall stickers were all red with a checkered background. The lighting, however, was
a blinding silver-white, giving a feeling of intense excitement. The person who designed this room was truly unique. But I was in no
mood . I just wanted to stop this contract where I was paying off that bastard's debt with my body as soon as possible.

Kurosawa came out of the shower wearing a bathrobe, a cigar dangling from his lips, looking very relaxed. He saw me and said ,
"You're here."

I nodded and hummed in response.

But looking at his demeanor, I had a pretty good idea of his intentions. He called me over at
3:46 PM, it wasn't dark yet, but the windows and curtains were tightly closed, the lights were glaringly bright, and he had just
come out of the bathroom in his bathrobe, not changing into any other formal attire. Under these circumstances,
I knew what he was going to do next.

"So, how did you feel when you mentioned this room?"

"Very...very special, Director." I couldn't think of any words to describe it.

"Heh," he said with a hint of pride, "I designed this. Pretty exciting, huh?"

"Yes..." I didn't know what to say next.

After a moment of silence, I continued, "Director, what I was saying on the phone earlier, I don't know if you..."

"On this point, I'm afraid I can't help you." He poured himself a glass of red wine, took a sip, and said, "Your boyfriend owes
money to the Black Dragon Society, and you've signed a contract with them. They prioritize their own interests.
If you don't pay him back, how will they recoup their costs? Besides, they've already booked ten films. If you don't make them, it will
cause them a lot of anticipated profit losses. Not making the films is probably impossible. However..."

"However, what?" I quickly interrupted, sensing a glimmer of hope in his tone.

"Heh, I can find a way to get your money back, so you don't have to pay that bastard's
debt . Let him handle his own debt."

"Really?"

I thought, at least I don't have to pay that bastard's debt. I'll just have to take it one step at a time.

"Yes." He exhaled a puff of smoke. "That depends on your performance from now on. Do you understand what I mean?"

Of course, I understood his intentions. I had already planned to use my most confident blowjob skills to make him scream
with pleasure .

I quickly removed my outer garment, leaving only my tank top and underwear. Then I reached for Kurosawa's
bathrobe . He stopped me, saying, "Let me introduce you to someone." He clapped his hands, and a
man of about twenty-five years old emerged from the bathroom; he was quite handsome. I thought to myself, "Does the director want me to do this for him? Or is it
a threesome?" Whatever, as long as the director likes it, I don't care about anything else.

Kurosawa said, "His name is Watanabe Junichi. He's our top screenwriter and my personal assistant; he
wrote all your scripts. Today we're going to do something exciting." He gestured, and Watanabe Junichi turned and went back into
the bathroom , soon returning with a pile of props on the bed.

Watanabe Junichi tied Kurosawa up and whipped him twice with a horsewhip. Kurosawa made
two "oh oh" sounds, closed his eyes, and showed no displeasure whatsoever, seemingly enjoying it. Junichi Watanabe
continued his brutal beating, and soon his body was crisscrossed with red welts, creating an
eerie yet erotic atmosphere against the red backdrop of the room. Under the glaring white light, Kurosawa Naruto stared with hazy, bloodshot eyes
, yet he moaned with pleasure.

I sat beside him, my heart pounding, unsure what to do.

A moment later, Junichi Watanabe handed me a whip, saying, "You, do as I just did."

I took the whip, but stood frozen in place.

Kurosawa Naruto lay on the bed, panting slightly from the relaxation of his veins, but his expression was one of pure enjoyment.

"Do you know what stimulation is? Painful enjoyment is stimulation. I really like the Chinese concept of Yin and Yang.
Happiness and pain are intertwined; to enjoy, you must pay the price. If we can grasp the essence, we can appreciate its
wonder. Come on, come on, the harder the better."

I whipped him twice with force. Kurosawa Naruto cried out in pleasure.

Thinking that even though the contract couldn't be terminated, at least my hard-earned money wouldn't be wasted on that bastard,
it good enough. Thinking of that damned bastard, resentment welled up inside me again, and I thought fiercely, "Let all
my resentment be vented on this whip!"

A series of furious lashes followed, and Kurosawa cried out, "Awesome! So satisfying!" His sore spot writhed,

but the more it writhed, the more he cried out in pleasure.

I felt a pang of pity and stopped. Kurosawa, lying on the bed, said sternly, "Why did you stop?"

Seeing his fierce gaze, I was terrified and quickly said, "I...I need to go to the bathroom."

"Bathroom?" He muttered for a moment, a glint in his eyes, and said to me, "Quick, don't go, come
on to me."

"This..." I was a little confused.

"Hurry up."

"Okay."

I took off my underwear and, under the light, sprayed directly onto his body covered in crisscrossing welts. His body twitched slightly
from the salt's stimulation. As soon as I finished urinating, he urged, "Keep hitting me. Oh, ah,
yes, like that, it feels good."

With each urging, he hit faster and harder, and before I knew it, the person in front of me had become that bastard. I thought:
"Who told you to treat me like this, you piece of trash, you bastard. Die!!!" Another lash of whips followed.

"Ouch." Hearing the urgent groan, I suddenly came to my senses.

The Kurosawa in front of me was curled up in a ball, his cries of pleasure trembling, his body stiffening, his eyes rolling back, and
he casually sprayed some white foam. I frantically threw down the whip, muttering incoherently, "What to do, what to do?"

Watanabe Junichi pressed on his chest a few times, then pinched his philtrum with his thumb, and after a while, he finally caught his breath.

Watanabe Junichi turned to me and said, "He's alright now."

I was still a little worried and asked again, "Should we take him to the hospital?"

"No need, he'll be fine in a bit."

"Shh." Kurosawa Nami's breath, "I've never felt so stimulated before. Ms. Kanzan Mai, you're the first
person to truly give me an orgasm. It's fucking amazing, fucking stimulating."

"Director, I..."

"Heh, no need to say anything, you can go home for today."

I didn't know how to respond to him and stood there dumbfounded.

"Oh, I'll take care of your matter. You'll be filming again the day after tomorrow. Mr. Watanabe, could you please see
Ms. Kanzan Mai off?"

Watanabe Junichi replied with a "Yes," opened the door for me, and bowed, gesturing, "Ms. Kanzan,
please."

After getting dressed and leaving the room, Watanabe Junichi seemed inclined to follow, but I said, "Sir, please go back.
Thank you."

Watanabe Junichi said, "It's not safe for you to go home alone tonight, Miss. Let me take you."

Remembering the "nightmare" of the past few days, I didn't refuse.

After getting into the car, he started the engine and suddenly said, "Miss, you must have felt very frustrated today, right?"

I was taken aback, unsure of what he meant.

"We're all just specks of dust in this city, our destinations are determined by the wind. Actually, I'm
like you, with many things beyond my control. I know a bit about what happened to you; that bastard is a real scoundrel. Sigh,
getting involved with the Black Dragon Society, it's hard to shake him off."

His words touched a nerve, and my nose stung, tears streaming down my face.

"Luckily, this pervert lets us vent. Heh heh, that's what you call a win-win situation."

"How did you become his assistant?" I couldn't help but ask him.

"It's all for money. I fell into someone's trap while gambling. Three people ganged up on me, and
I lost all my savings in one night. Later, I borrowed money from loan sharks, and that's how I ended up here. Luckily, Kurosawa saw that I had some writing talent
and made me a screenwriter, his assistant, doing some behind-the-scenes work, not playing the lead role. It's disgusting
, that pervert Kurosawa often likes to do abnormal things, and... and he even treats me, treats me like..."

I knew what he meant. So Kurosawa was a masochistic scumbag.

Watanabe Junichi continued, "You'd better do what he wants for now, or you'll
suffer a lot. Do you know Tao Naiyue?"

Tao Naiyue was a very famous actress, very famous a few years ago. But I haven't heard much about her since.

"She just didn't follow his orders properly, and as a result, she filmed five 'eating shit' movies, from his shit
to pig shit, dog shit, cow shit, and chicken shit. What's worse, she was forced to have sex with pigs, dogs, and cows, and eventually died from an unknown
virus . You still have ten more to go, so you'd better be careful not to offend him."

The wind from the car window kept brushing my hair, and there was a faint salty smell in the summer night city. I
took a deep breath and asked him, "What are your plans after you pay me back?"

He chuckled, "Who cares! We'll see."

Then he changed the subject, "I've talked too much today. I don't know why, but seeing you, I
've spoken so much without any restraint. I've been too forward with you, I hope you don't mind."

I gave a casual reply, thinking to myself, "What will I say then? I'm definitely leaving
."

Just then, a melodious whistle sounded in my ear, so pleasant and easygoing in the middle of the night
.

I thought, "So this is the kind of person he is." I couldn't help but feel a little fond of him.

(IV)

The bright silver light stung my eyes.

We were in a freezer. The white frost on all sides made my eyes dizzy, and
the intense quite uncomfortable. I'm still not used to working under the silver light.

Today's play is called "Spring Warmth in the Freezer," and the main theme is a threesome. The plot involves two men and a woman locked inside a freezer by
a careless freezer manager. They've exhausted all means, including calling out on their phones, and as the freezer temperature
plummets , they can only warm themselves by embracing each other. With physical contact, they slowly begin a frenzied
lovemaking session until they are rescued the next day.

To make the play more realistic and engaging, the director required us to perform under simulated low temperatures—
approximately 5 degrees Celsius, close to the actual zero temperature of the freezer.

Because it's summer, everyone was lightly dressed, and soon everyone was freezing,
especially me. Every inch of my skin felt like it was trembling, and I felt like I was about to faint.

But the director didn't seem to want to stop; instead, he kept urging the two male actors to speed up their movements. The
two male actors, their lips also turning blue, held me like a sandwich in the middle,
rubbing me vigorously with their arms and bodies. They were doing this to keep warm.

"Oh, oh..." I kept moaning. Usually, a few touches from the male actors and a few moans were enough, but
this time I was freezing. The cold made me shiver and moan.

Kurosawa shouted from the side, "Good, good, that's it!"

In his heart, he cursed, "Fuck you, you pervert!" But outwardly, he didn't dare disobey him.

Under the intense onslaught of the two male actors, my body finally warmed up a bit. I felt more comfortable, and the three of
us relaxed somewhat, our earlier panic subsiding. We were just breathing heavily.

Once I warmed up a bit, the man in front started kissing my neck repeatedly, occasionally licking my earlobes,
making my whole body tingle. I felt like a little rice cake pressed against them. The man behind me kept
stroking my body and breasts with both hands. Because we were pressed so tightly together, he couldn't penetrate too deeply, but the feeling of touching my breasts
was truly unique. I don't know how to describe it, but it was quite comfortable.

With the friction of our bodies, I felt the man in front of me get hard, constantly touching the inside of my thighs.
The warm, hard penis gently pounded against my thighs, creating a different kind of sensation in this cold environment. It made me realize that
sometimes women really need the warmth of a man.

None of the three wanted to be too close together. The man behind me slipped his hand inside my pants, searching downwards until he reached
my thick pubic area. I slightly arched my buttocks to accommodate his movements, hoping to give him more freedom. But then I discovered his
penis was already incredibly erect.

A flurry of groping ensued, his fingers striking my clitoris.

"Oh, oh," I couldn't help but moan, trembling. This time it wasn't because of the cold; it was a genuine,
indescribable pleasure and sensation, an involuntary feeling.

After a while, I felt his fingers penetrating my vagina. My hips twitched, and the stimulation caused me
to exhale a hot breath, indicating a significant amount of fluid. My initial twitching was an attempt to escape the fingers, but it only
fueled my desire.

The moans and the fluids further stimulated the man behind me, and his thrusts quickened. I
slumped weakly against the man in front of me.

"Oh...oh..." I moaned incessantly.

Their movements also accelerated.

"Yes, very good, very good," Kurosawa shouted loudly from the side, "Take off, take off each other's clothes."

We hesitated for a moment. Knowing the situation, we were afraid we wouldn't be able to handle it if we took our clothes off.

Kurosawa seemed to have read our minds and shouted sharply, "Damn it, take them off now, hurry up!"

We had no choice but to take off each other's clothes and immediately pressed even closer together. At this moment, I found that I could feel
each other's heat even more. It turned out that the effect of taking off our clothes was even more intoxicating.
The warm aura emanating from the two male actors' strong muscles, which made all women feel safe, immediately invaded my whole body. It was a feeling that I even
longed for .

My skin was invaded by them three-dimensionally, and I felt mouths and hands all around me.

A soreness and heat rose in my body, and I almost lost consciousness, like a cloud floating in the sky, or a warm winter
wind, floating restlessly.

A warm stick slowly entered the hole in front of me. I knew that the person in front of me had made a move. I spread my legs and twisted my hips
to match his movements. After a few hard thrusts, I couldn't help but moan. It was an indescribable pleasure
.

After a bout of enjoyment, the "splattering" sound of friction between my lower body continued.

The person behind me pressed down on my buttocks, smeared some saliva on his glans, spread my buttocks with both hands, touched my anus,
and tried to enter me. I had never been treated like this before, so I twisted my hips to avoid it. Unexpectedly, this made the penis
in front of me rub against my inner walls even more thoroughly, and I immediately became very wet, making "splattering" sounds.

"Oh... huff..." the male actor in front of me groaned.

The male actor behind me seemed determined to achieve his goal, still
relentlessly . After a chase, his body trembled for a while, and several streams of semen shot out, covering my buttocks.
I think it was because the skin of my buttocks rubbed too much against his glans.

The male actor in front of me also pulled sharply as I twisted, his penis trembling twice inside me, and a hot stream
shot straight to my clitoris. Just as he finished ejaculating, his face suddenly turned pale, and he collapsed with a thud. Before I could even scream,
I felt a chill on my back and also thudded. Turning around, I saw the person behind me also had a pale face and was trembling
uncontrollably .

Junichi Watanabe grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me. Afterward, he looked at their condition and said, "This is because
cold air invaded their bodies during ejaculation."

At the moment of ejaculation, all the cells in a man's body relax, and his pores open. He's already at
a critical point of extreme cold, and this relaxation allows cold air to immediately invade, causing this.

Soon, the ambulance arrived. By then, the two male actors had already been carried out of the studio. People outside had already called for help,
so the doctors were unaware of what had happened in the freezer.

Junichi Watanabe made me a cup of hot water to drink, while constantly rubbing my arms and thighs to warm me up.

After a while, I finally felt truly warm.

Kurosawa shouted, "Alright, alright. Let's continue filming. Originally, the three of them were supposed to hold on until someone came to
their rescue, but that's not possible now. So, let's change the scene like this: the manager opens the freezer, finds
the three , is shocked, discovers the woman is very beautiful, becomes lustful, calls the police, and then secretly takes her to his
room and hides her, raping her day and night. Hehe, I've already thought of the title, it'll be called 'Forbidden Room Cultivation of Desire.'"

He took a sip of water and continued, "Now, let's film the first scene of the rape in the secret room. Everyone, get ready."

Watanabe Junichi brought me clothes, and after I put them on, he slowly helped me out, asking, "How are you feeling now?
If you're not feeling well, we can come back tomorrow."

I was very touched by his thoughtfulness and concern. In this world full of lust, he could
be considered a good person. During this time of filming, I had received his care, which made things much less tiring for me. He always did things quietly.
When he rubbed me to warm me up just now, his hands never crossed any lines. If it were any other staff member, they would have already touched me
to their heart's content. Although it's not a big deal for people like us to touch them a few times, I
really . Junichi Watanabe is different from them.

Anyway, we have to film ten movies, so the sooner we finish, the sooner this kind of life will end. Thinking about it, I guess I'll just keep filming
.

Junichi Watanabe led me to the bathroom door and said, "Go in and shower first, relieve some fatigue.

You can also rest a bit." After saying that, he sat down on the stool by the bathroom door, waiting for me
to finish .

I opened the door, stood at the entrance without going in, and turned to him, saying, "I'm very tired, could you come in and
scrub me?"

I was really tired and really wanted someone to scrub my back. I disliked everyone else in the crew, so he was the only one I could
choose .

His eyes were on me, as if he was considering.

After a while, he finally said, "Okay."

(V)

We went into the bathroom and both of us took off our clothes. I got a clear look at his body.

His skin was very fair, almost like a woman's, and he was very strong, with prominent abdominal and pectoral muscles,
obviously someone who had trained.

His penis was black and thick, drooping
down . I thought to myself, this little thing is really cute, I'll tease him a bit later.

He walked behind me and used the shower head to rinse my back, while rubbing me with his other hand,
his movements were very careful and serious. I gently closed my eyes and slowly enjoyed it. His hands were really
different from other people's hands. When his palms touched my skin, they felt warm and comfortable, very
different . I really wished it could last forever. I really wished time could stand still at this moment.

His hands were very honest, always gently avoiding places that some men liked to touch, strictly guarding the "boundary"

. On a whim, I deliberately twisted my body, letting him touch me squarely. He didn't immediately pull his hand back as if
electrocuted ; instead, he casually turned it and slid it back outside the "boundary.
" I twisted my body again, "chasing" him, but he always "escaped" naturally.

Thinking back to the time in the icehouse, when the male actor "chased" my anus, now it was my "three points" chasing him,
and I couldn't help but chuckle. I pressed myself against him. My right hand reached down, grasped
his penis, and gently rubbed it a few times, lightly biting his earlobe, saying, "Are you even a man? With such a beautiful woman naked in
front of you, don't your hands get a little lewd?" Then, I lightly tapped his earlobe with my teeth while my right hand began to stroke his
penis.

I writhed against his body like an eel, licking his earlobe with my tongue. He closed his eyes,
humming softly, and soon, his penis swelled. I gently slid down, squatted beneath him, and picked up his penis
to suckle.

"No, don't," he said. "That's not right."

I looked up and asked, "Why not? What rules? I like it and I want to."

"No," he said. "You've already done it once today, and there's going to be another one later. If you do it now,
you might not be able to keep up."

I pouted slightly and said, "I like it myself."

Suddenly, I realized he was staring at me blankly, his eyes unmoving.

I looked at my body and didn't find anything wrong with myself. I asked, "Why are you looking at
me like that? Is something wrong?"

He was embarrassed and looked away. He stammered, "You, you looked so cute just now."

My heart sweetened, and my face felt a little hot. I scolded him in a low voice, "You're so bad."

"I'm bad?" He stood there blankly.

"Yes, you're the worst." I stood up and pressed myself against him. "Who told you to be so nice to me
? Who told you to make me fall in love with you?"

"I...I...mmm." Before he could say anything, my lips were already pressed hard against his.

Our bodies intertwined, our tongues licking each other's, sweet and smooth, it was so
comforting . "Thud!" The showerhead slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. "Mmm," I couldn't help but groan softly.
The powerful water jets on the floor had sprayed into my sensitive spot. I gently swayed my hips, comfortably enjoying the "water
therapy" massage.

His hands roamed over my back, and I kissed his neck passionately, moving down to his already erect
penis. Looking at this dark thing, I saw a drop of fluid at the tip; I licked it—salty.

I caressed his testicles, licking his thighs. He collapsed, leaning against
the wall, sitting on the floor, his hands tightly holding my head. I playfully sucked on his testicles, and he groaned a few times. Suddenly, with
a burst of strength, he got up and pushed me down, kissing my breasts and body passionately. Then, he spread my legs, his tongue probing
my sensitive spot .

I felt a wave of weakness wash over me, my lower body overflowing with lustful fluids, a dizzying, overwhelming sensation. After what seemed like an eternity, he
climbed on top of me again, violating my breasts. Then I felt a warm, full penis slowly entering my vagina,
followed by a series of thrusts of varying depths.

"Oh...oh...ah..." Wave after wave of deep and shallow thrusts made me feel like I was dying and coming back to life, moaning incessantly.

He seemed to grow more vigorous with each thrust, increasing the frequency, each stroke hitting my very core. My hands gripped his
back , my moans continuing.

"Bang!" The bathroom door suddenly opened. Kurosawa appeared in the doorway.

"Damn it, get out here!" His voice was stern.

Watanabe Junichi was panting heavily on top of me, unsure what to do.

"Junichiro, hurry up and pull that thing out, the show's about to start. Should I call the cameraman and
lighting crew to film your special?" Kurosawa's face was dark. "Want a woman? Sorry, you'll have to deal with the
rest yourself. This woman needs to work now."

I whispered in his ear, "Next time, let's find a place where no one will bother us, and we'll have a comfortable
time."

I pushed myself up and washed myself clean. He was still standing there, his black penis pointing upwards at a 45-degree angle,
glistening with semen.

"You're on your own now," Kurosawa Nami tossed out another sentence, laughing twice before striding away.

The so-called locked-room scene was right next to the icehouse. Everything inside was ready, except
for the male protagonist.

Kurosawa Nami came over and said, "Lie on the bed and slowly wake up. Then the icehouse manager opens the door
and rapes you. You can improvise the whole process, just remember, make it realistic." After saying that, he turned to
the crew and shouted, "Lights, cameras, get ready!"

"Action!"

The lights came on.

I lay on the bed, the door to the room opened, and a figure walked in. I couldn't see him
clearly under the light, but when he reached the bedside, I looked closely and felt a "boom" in my brain, as if I had been hit hard in the chest
.

It was a handsome face, but it was the boyfriend who had broken my heart and led me to this point—Sugata Sanshiro.

"How could it be him?" Thinking this, he immediately shouted to the director, "Director, I won't act with him!"

"Are you picky about who you're acting with? I know you two had a past relationship, isn't that even better?
It's easier to act as old rivals, isn't it? Alright, enough talk, Sanshiro Sugata, get ready, let's begin. The rape scene..."
"A man should know what to do."

"No, don't..." I screamed. Sanshiro pounced on me like a wolf.

On the bed, I raised my foot, aimed carefully, and kicked hard, striking him squarely in the groin. Sanshiro
immediately curled up like a shrimp, groaning on the floor.

"Damn it, you've gone too far!" Kurosawa's stern voice rang out. A shadow rushed over, grabbed me, and ran
outside . We got into a BMW, and as the car started moving, I realized it was Watanabe Junichi.

"You'd better find somewhere to hide now, or you'll be in big danger," he said.

I felt my lips trembling and asked, "What...what should I do?"

"Wait until he calms down, then I'll put in a good word for you. Apologize appropriately, and everything should be fine
." He paused, then added, "Given his temper, the scenes might be a bit more difficult from now on."

"What do you mean, more difficult?"

"Well...I can't really explain it right now. Anyway, at this point, we have to prepare for the worst."

The car drove to a villa by the sea. He said it belonged to a friend whose family had gone to America and
asked him to look after the house. No one else knew about this place, so it should be relatively safe.

He told me to stay there for a few days and wait for his news. At this point, I had no choice but to listen to him.

The next evening, he brought back some food and said that Sanshiro Sugata had been kicked by me and needed twelve stitches, and
was currently in the hospital for observation. Kurosawa was very angry, but after his persuasion, he calmed down a bit, and I estimated that he would be able to resolve the matter in
a few days .

I excitedly pounced on him, showering him with kisses, and then we started making love. That night we made love three times, and
I orgasmed three times—something I'd never experienced before.

I never expected Junichi Watanabe to be so amazing. We made love until dawn before he finally got up to go to work.

(VI)

Five days later, one morning. Junichi Watanabe rushed back, still breathless, and suddenly hugged me tightly.

I felt a sudden, inexplicable panic, wondering if something bad had happened to him that was causing his unusual
behavior .

After a long while, he caught his breath and hugged my shoulders, saying, "It's over, it's over."

"What's over?" I tensed up immediately.

"No, no," he swallowed, "No, it's not over, it's all better..."

"What did you say?" I was completely confused.

He went to the refrigerator, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it, saying, "I've taken care of your matter. Kurosawa Nagato has already said it's settled
; you can go back to acting tomorrow."

"What?" I couldn't believe my ears for a long time. "You can continue acting tomorrow?"

"Yes, it took me a lot of effort." He continued, "After that kick you gave Sanshiro Sugata, he
might never be able to sleep with women again. You've got your revenge. Tomorrow is your last scene,
and your contract will be up after that. I want to congratulate you in advance."

"Really?" I completely forgot who I was and excitedly pounced on him, showering him with kisses.

"Mmm, mmm... where are you touching? I have to go to work later, miss. Mmm, mmm..."

I didn't care. I sealed his mouth with my lips. My right hand slid down his thigh, touched his penis a few times,
unbuckled his belt and buttons, and with a struggle, pulled down his pants. His penis was already erect.

I caressed his testicles, and he closed his eyes in enjoyment, humming softly.

After a few strokes, his penis became even shinier. My fingers gently stroked down his testicles to his buttocks. "Hmph," he
frowned , seemingly in some pain. I looked down and saw that his anus was a little red and swollen, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Did you...?"

"Don't say..." His hand covered my mouth, "Don't say anything."

My tears couldn't help but fall. Junichi Watanabe must have made Kurosawa "enjoy" himself
all night .

"Don't go to work today." I said, and lowered my head to lick his anus, hoping to ease his
pain .

"Hmm, hmm," he groaned comfortably.

I grabbed his black rod and kept stroking it. After a while, he said, "Turn your body around."

I knew he wanted the 69 position, so I complied, but that made it difficult to lick his anus, so I just sucked on his
penis.

A wave of numbness swept through my body. His tongue skillfully stirred inside my hole, and my whole body collapsed onto
him.

He got up and removed everything from my body. He made me lie face down with my buttocks raised so he could enter. I couldn't bear to see
him suffer too much, so I said, "I'll sit on top of you."

He lay down, and I sat on top of him, guiding his penis into my hole. The warm, full feeling returned to my
hole. My hips moved up and down, while he enjoyed the pleasure of thrusting beneath me. I looked down at my opening,
like a baby's mouth sucking on Nanbangguo, and after a few thrusts, it was covered in glistening fluid. That lovely
root became even more oily.

I gently pulled out, looking at the "thing" standing proudly, its body glistening with lustful fluid, and felt
a surge . I couldn't help but lower my head again, sucking his two testicles from head to toe,
thoroughly absorbing every drop of love fluid. Suddenly, he flipped me over, spread my legs, parted my
slits , and pressed his face against mine, rubbing against my labia. Until his entire face was covered in love fluid.

His wildness aroused me to a frenzy, and we were almost frantically "wet" for a whole day and night.

The last scene seemed a bit "childish." I think it was all thanks to Ichiro; his hard work was
indeed worthwhile.

There were dozens of male actors standing in the studio, and at first, I was still very scared. I was worried they might gang rape me,
but later I found out it was a "heavenly bath."

The so-called "heavenly bath" meant the male actors masturbated, spraying their semen all over me; the director
wanted me to use this to bathe.

The male actors were all bodybuilders and fitness trainees, each with a very strong physique. I stood in the middle of them, and
they formed a circle around me, masturbating. Three of them were "entwined" around me, sucking and caressing my
entire body.

I felt every cell in my body being violated from head to toe. Suddenly, one of them put his hand between my legs, face up, and
flicked his tongue upwards, directly into my groin. I had never encountered such "tongue skill" before; I was instantly numb with pleasure . If it weren't
for the two people supporting me, I think I would have already collapsed. After the three men finished caressing and sucking, they withdrew, and then...
Next, the other male actors took turns ejaculating on me. Their "self-pleasure" was almost
over. After the three men's "massage," my skin felt incredibly relaxed.
The semen dripped onto my skin like cool water droplets rolling on a lotus leaf. I
washed it off like shower gel, feeling very satisfied.

"Oh, oh..." The guys behind me seemed to be running out of steam. Before the guys in front
had even , they rushed up and sprayed it on my face. The pungent, fishy smell almost made me vomit,
but thankfully, they didn't seem to have much left. After the "wash," the scene was over.

When Kurosawa shouted, "Cut, okay!" I
winked thinking about how to spend the night with him.

He smiled back at me. I noticed his smile was a little "sly," and wondered if he
thought the same thing as me. Thinking about this, my face flushed, and my heart raced.

We finished the wrap party. It was already late at night.

On the way home, he drove. The summer night was so clear and cool; the wind whispered in my ears,
so gentle. I thought our world for two had begun. Then he whistled a melodious tune,
the sound echoing in my ears, and I felt a little intoxicated.

(VII)

When we arrived at his friend's villa by the sea, he got out of the car and took out many bags full of things from the trunk. I
asked, "What are all these things?" He smiled mysteriously, "How can our world for two be without these?"

I thought they were probably the things we'd use for "doing" later; I wondered what he was up to.

Thinking about this, I realized my heart was pounding. This was something I'd never experienced before.

Once inside, he started setting up. It turned out I was wrong. He wanted to prepare a candlelight dinner. I couldn't help but
curse myself for being so lewd, always thinking about these things. Even though we'd just had the wrap party, a candlelight dinner with him wouldn't
be bad.

In the candlelight, his face looked exceptionally handsome and refined. I was so grateful to have such
a man by my side during my most painful time. It seems fate is fair to everyone; when you're at your lowest point, it sends you
such a wonderful man. I think the rest of my life belongs to him.

"What are your plans for the future?" I asked.

"Plans?" He picked up his wine glass, looking at it in the candlelight, and chuckled twice.

"I mean, have you considered finding a suitable woman to marry and spend the rest of your life with?"

"Marriage?" He sighed. "People like us can't even take care of ourselves, how can we take care of
others ? We can only live one day at a time."

"I mean, I can take care of you and myself, I… mmm… mmm…" Before I could finish, my lips were
pressed tightly against his.

A storm of passion ensued, and he panted, "Don't say anything, don't think about anything, tonight
I just want to be crazy with you." Then he kissed me passionately again.

I, below, was also infected by his passion and reciprocated. His hand slipped inside my underwear, probing and
digging into my sensitive spot. His movements were somewhat rough, and I felt a slight pain, letting out a groan. After a while, my underwear was already
soaked , but he didn't stop or back down. Instead, he inserted his index and middle fingers directly, thrusting in and
out forcefully. I was already lying there, unable to move, only able to moan.

His index and middle fingers didn't come out; instead, they spread open inside, like scissors,
rotating , causing considerable pain, a feeling of being hollowed out. But I didn't want him to come out; there was an
emptiness, a feeling of being emptied out.

Back and forth, I gave myself completely to him. Lying on the ground, I don't know how many times I came,
only that there was already a pool of water on the ground below.

Finally, he pulled out his dripping fingers and held them up to me, wanting me to suck them. I licked one;
it tasted salty. This was the first time I had ever tasted my own insides, and it felt very strange.

He lifted my buttocks and sat in front of me, so my opening was directly facing him, and he could lick it with a
simple tilt of his head . Then, he took a small funnel, inserted it into my opening, and poured red wine into it.

I immediately felt a pressing urge to urinate. Once it was full, he pulled out the funnel and lowered his head, stirring his tongue inside my
wide-open opening, sucking frantically, making "tsk tsk" sounds.

"Ah...ah..." I couldn't help but groan. Suddenly, a surge of urination came, and a gush of hot liquid shot out, covering
his face with "dew."

"Haha, you finally came again. Semen mixed with red wine tastes really good."

So it wasn't urine. Hearing that it was that stuff, I blushed slightly. I scolded, "Don't talk nonsense. Ah...ah
..."

His tongue intensified its attack, and at that moment, my opening felt like it wanted to be violently thrust into. I couldn't

help but say to him, "Come on. Hurry up and fuck me, fuck me hard, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die."

But he just went about his business methodically, as if he hadn't heard me. His tongue was still licking my
clitoris, further stimulating my nerves.

I couldn't help but roll over, pinning him beneath me, removing all his defenses. I lowered my head and sucked on his glans,
while my left hand kept stroking it, and my right hand explored my own vagina. Without his stimulation, I had to rely on myself.

I knew that the most sensitive spot for a man was his glans, and I was confident that I could make him thrust into me hard.

"Oh, oh..." he groaned below. I saw his body shudder, and all his semen sprayed onto
my face. I didn't care, wiped it clean, and then began to suck on his inner thighs and other sensitive areas.

Soon, he regained his erection.

I sat on top of him. I spread my legs, aligned my opening with the tip of his penis, and sat down. Instantly, my vagina felt
full .

I finally understood why adults love sex so much.

He started thrusting upwards from below, and I followed his rhythm. The "slap slap" of my buttocks against his thighs mingled with the
"tsk tsk" of his penis moving in and out of my vagina, creating a rhythmic symphony.

"Oh...oh..." We were both thrusting wildly, seemingly possessing inexhaustible energy.

I don't know how long we thrust, or how many times we did. I felt my vaginal walls go numb, and my back
ached. Finally, I collapsed onto him, panting heavily. He was the same, holding me close,
breathing heavily. And his penis was still erect, filling my tight hole.

"You're really amazing," I couldn't help but say.

"You're not bad either."

They smiled at each other, their lips meeting again, sucking on each other's tongues.

Then came another round of high-frequency thrusting.

He rolled over, lifting my legs onto his shoulders, and thrusting in and out like waves. I felt dizzy, as if my whole body
was being torn apart , and I didn't know where I was.

Afterwards, I lowered my legs, facing him directly, watching his penis rapidly thrust in and out. The "tsk tsk" sounds continued.

I didn't know the time, or whether it was morning or night, after a long period of frenzy. Then I heard him let out an "Ah!" and suddenly
pulled out his penis, ejaculating all over me. Finally, the two of us fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

I don't know how much time passed. I was woken up by someone pushing me.

I opened my sleepy eyes, and the blinding light jolted me awake. Only then did I realize that it was already broad daylight.

"Not bad, Ms. Guanshan Mai, with this 'True Love' series, you're sure to become a hit and enter
the popularity charts." It was Kurosawa Nami's voice.

Looking around, she was startled.

The villa was already packed with people. They were all from the film crew, including that annoying Sanshiro Sugata.

Even though she was an actress, the sight of them covered in love juices, her skin sticky with semen, and her
naked body was incredibly embarrassing.

"Haha," Kurosawa chuckled, his eyes narrowing. "You probably don't know some things yet. I'll tell
you the whole story today."

"It all started because you were so incredibly beautiful. Our talent scout, Mr. Sugata Sanshiro, discovered you.
In this slump of the adult film industry, we desperately needed new talent and fresh ideas, so the great writer, Mr. Watanabe Junichi,
began planning the 'True Love' series. It's about a naive girl who mistakenly falls in love
with the wrong man. After discovering his infidelity, she's extremely sad and devastated. To make matters worse, she's
gang-raped and violated. At her lowest point, a
man who shares her suffering appears, showing her constant care and love, and helping her through her ordeal. Finally, she
falls in love with him. In the end, they unite through passionate lovemaking."

"Haha," Kurosawa Mei took a sip of red wine and continued, "How's the plan? Also, let me tell you,
this villa isn't Watanabe Junichi's friend's villa; it's more like one of my filming locations. How about it?
The environment is pretty good, isn't it? We've successfully filmed
all the sex tapes from your first night with
Sugata
Sanshiro to your crazy night with Watanabe Junichi last night. I believe this kind of gimmick will definitely sell, because it's real. Hehe, speaking of realism, I remember your first night. I really didn't expect you to still be a virgin then; Sugata Sanshiro ."

After hearing this, my mind went blank. I looked at Watanabe Junichi, then at the beasts around me.
I didn't know what to do.

Soon, I became the champion on the popularity charts. The film's sales skyrocketed.

But what about me?

What about myself?

The scorching summer gave me a cold heart.

I will use it to get through autumn and welcome the cold winter, hoping to spark a fiery
flame in the icy world.

[The End]

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